Inspired by Shakespeare's 'The Passionate
Pilgrim'... XII.



A Gold Amidst All

Winter's quality can by no means merge
with my love,
Elating the stigmas,freshing the trees but
stay not long.
Graced with illumination,concordance with
the sun,
In-turn in fury,scorching it,the sun made it
mourn.
Venus and Erato,dearly a pair,
Drenched in beauty,chastising the
apples,made heart fear.
Nature would not agree to bear them
thither,
Hence,their beauty merely in fallacy shelter.
Thriving through ages is her fiend,
Tuned like a dirge,partly to her as friend.
Age, though enticing a-dazed with wits,
Tarry so long that ills meets her on the seat.
But my love,attractive,splendid though not
consistent like ruth,
Drowning me in love,graced in diligence is
Youth.
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Sonnet by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2018-02-25 at 21:13

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